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Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.

Samuel Beckett

The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain

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